Age: 20 | he/she (gender-quantum) | butch | demisexual - - I'm gonna write this so I don't have to say it every two stories: If you want to reblog my stories or prompts, feel free. If you want to add to them, feel free to. Everything I write here is basically written with the implied non-commercial copyright. As long as you properly credit me, have fun with these stories.
You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)
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you and your best friend are superheroes who studied under the same master. He’s one of the strongest while you’re one of the weakest. When you ask him how, he confusingly asks you “Didn’t you take of the restrictor bands master gave us?”
you and your best friend are superheroes who studied under the same master. He’s one of the strongest while you’re one of the weakest. When you ask him how, he confusingly asks you “Didn’t you take of the restrictor bands master gave us?”
"Abuse is when a man seeks to break someone for his own pleasure," Whumper said. "Correction is when a man seeks to build someone up by teaching them where they stand. You're lashing out because you're being held to a standard, and you're too soft to meet it."
His hand on the nape of Whumpee's neck tightened not enough to hurt, but enough to command absolute attention. He leaned down, his face inches from Whumpee's, his eyes boring into theirs with a terrifying intensity.
"Don't you ever use that word again to cover up your own lack of discipline. It's an insult to people who have actually suffered."
This is a polyamory appreciation post. I love coming home from work at 5am to two people asleep in my bed. Whoever thinks that this is unnatural for humans is insane. That is all thank you
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when your village had sent you to the imperial magic academy you were worried your abilities were much less impressive then the others. That's when you arrived you realized the other students only use their magic to show off or grand displays and not the labor you used yours for in the village.
Yet another new study debunked the basis for the anti-trans sports bans. It was never about sports but for creating legal avenues for exclusion and abjection. This is one of the largest analyses ever conducted, involving 52 studies and 6,485 trans people. Read the study here.
You are among the few honoured to be an imperial concubine. To others, you live in a gilded cage, useless outside of court politics. What's the catch? That you and the rest of the concubines are actually the Emperor's most trusted, capable advisors.
As the new student lost in a superhero college, you spot your girlfriend. Excited, you run up and hug her, saying “Hey Babe, can you show me around? I’m lost” The room goes silent cause you just hugged the “Blizzard Baroness” a cursed prodigy who’s cold hearted to basically everyone
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"How the hell did I end up in heaven, let alone the Palace of saints? When I was alive I was the most dangerous, top ranked villain on the worldwide leaderboard!" The angel asked: "And how did you get to that position?" "Well, I simply killed the few hundreds above me on the leaderbo- oh."
Remember "Reduce, Reuse, Recycle" ? I feel like there's been a distancing from the "reduce" and "reuse" part and a favoritism towards "recycle" by corporate American.
Capitalism can still thrive with recycling in the mix. You buy Plastic Thing 1, throw it away after one use, and they take that and recycle it into Plastic Thing 2 and sell it back to you. All while continuing to harm the environment.
Reusing puts a damper on things. They can't sell you Plastic Thing 2 when you're still using Plastic Thing 1. Plastic forks, for example- there is literally no reason why you can't reuse plastic forks more than once (aside from maybe microplastics, but it's too late for that)
Reducing is the one everyone wants to ignore. Just don't buy Plastic Thing 1. You don't need Plastic Thing 1. Pick up a set of metal forks and use those for years. Convenience is killing the planet
Recirculate what you don’t need by sharing or selling onward
Refurbish what’s fallen out of good condition so it lasts longer
Repair what’s broken altogether
Repurpose what can’t serve its original function
Recycle what is unsuitable for repurposing
What goes unsaid here is why they’re all “re-“ prefixed: it’s about circularity. Keeping the resources in use means that we don’t have to keep incurring the environmental costs of production over and over on infinite one-way trips of new stuff starting in the earth, through human society, and right back into the earth in landfill.
i told my dad the joke “dad jokes are just mom jokes that a man repeated louder” and he thought it was hilarious. he turned to my mother, intending to relay the joke to her, and a bare second after he opened his mouth i watched it dawn on his face that he was about to become the subject of the joke. when i tell you that man was slackjawed as he turned back to me, like he had an entire life altering realization in the span of about 20 seconds.
The stereotype of the nerd girl taking her glasses off and suddenly she's beautiful, but in reverse. A cold tough mean office lady who glares at everyone until she gets glasses and suddenly becomes sweet, approachable and friendly since she no longer has a constant headache over not being able to fucking see, doesn't need to squint at everything, and actually remembers individual people by name now that she can tell them apart at all.
You were a god of textiles; respected, but generally considered a minor deity. But everything changed when mortals started regularly describing spacetime and reality as a 'fabric'.
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Yandere!batfam x neglected!spider-punk!reader x yandere!spidersonas
You were taking your three hours of sleep with Nothing providing pressure on your lungs when you got a knock on your door. "Landlord here!" said your landlord. He sounded mad. You had to hide Nothing and all his stuff before it was too late, and without him hearing you.
You crawled up the walls carrying Nothing's toys and food (his litter box was already in the bathroom, thanks to you) as noiselessly as you could. Then, you grabbed your dressing gown, stripped your upper half down to your undershirt, and made your hair wet before putting the dressing gown onto you and wrapping it with a sloppy-looking knot. Nothing looked at you weirdly, as if you were losing your mind. Little did he know about your master plan.
"About ti- oh." Your landlord was about to tear you a new one before he noticed your technically half-clothed state.
"I was taking a shower when you knocked on the door. I got downstairs as quickly as I could." A drop of water dropped dramatically from your face, just in time to collaborate your alibi with your landlord.
"Oh, right. So, I came here because according to some of your neighbours, you are harbouring a cat." He poked his head into your apartment, seeing nothing cat-related. "Obviously, they were mistaken. There is no trace of a cat here. I always know when an animal has been in one of my properties. I have a sixth sense for it."
"Thank you for the vote of confidence. I'm sure nothing gets past you." You couldn't resist. "Now, can I please get back to my shower?"
"Yes, of course. Have a good day." He scurried away from your door, and you breathed a sigh of relief.
Your last piece of Aunt May was safe until further notice. And it was all thanks to you having a mind that nobody could really predict.
*_*_*_*_*_
Your spider-sense went off while you were walking down the street. "Y/N WAYNE! Y/N WAYNE!" Electro/Maya Ortega came barrelling in, in full rubber gear. "Thank goodness I found you!" she panted as she finally landed.
"What's happening? Is there another supervillain attack?" you asked. "Do I need to go to another appointment with your lawyer?"
"No, none of that!" Electro continued like she hadn't flown in screaming. "Do you know where Glow Spider is? I need to talk to her."
Well, that was one way of checking if Electro recognised you without your costume. "No, I don't," you said, your heart racing. "She finds me. What is this about?"
"Those bitches at Powers Technologies just stole her entire look for their robots! Look at this!" Electro shoved a newspaper in your face, and you finally understood.
POWERS TECHNOLOGIES UNVEILS HELPFUL PUNK ROBOTS
Your hands shook. "Is this real? Don't they know about likeness rights?"
"That's why I came to you! I don't know where Glow Spider is during the day and I know she'd want to see this." Electro gestured to the newspaper in your hands uselessly. "Just . . . make sure she sees this, OK?"
"I-I guess." You looked up to see Electro flying away from you, and everyone on the street taking photos and videos of you. "Great. I'll have to suit up to get the rest. Or go online. Online's easier."
You went home and searched up glow spider robots. The first results you got were AI (fuck that) and sponsored results (fuck that too), but then you found the Powers Technologies website and their proud declaration of creating robots in your image.
We understand that many people are thankful for the work that Glow Spider has done to protect Gotham. But Glow Spider is a person that operates outside of the law with no respect for due process, declaring herself to be an enemy of ICE agents doing their job. Our hope is that by basing these crime-fighting robots in her image and giving her good examples, we can make punk family-friendly.
"Those shits," you muttered. The reveal was tomorrow, thankfully during a time when your lectures would be over. Time for you to pay your metal doppelgangers a little visit.
*_*_*_*_*_
You came over as Glow Spider to the poorly-secured warehouse that the robots were stored in. They stood together in a neat block, like the Chinese terracotta soldiers. Wires extended out of their heads that reminded you of IV drips, except IVs went into arms. They were all plugged into a single computer, which had to be a fire hazard.
It was also an opportunity.
"OK, spider-bots, let's see who you answer to," you muttered, searching the computer for their code. The computer code it used was surprisingly basic for something that would later be saving lives.
Instructions: monitor Glow Spider for appropriate ways to act when interacting with the public.
So they were going to copy you until they managed to replace you entirely. Now that just hurt. But at the same time, it provided the backdrop for the greatest prank on a corporation in history.
*_*_*_*_*_
"Welcome, welcome, everyone!" The CEO of Powers Technologies, Landon Powers, smiled widely as everyone gathered for the public demonstration of the punk robots. "Who's ready to make Gotham a safer place?"
The crowd cheered. "Let's take back our streets from those costumed maniacs!" someone yelled. From a tree, you rolled your eyes. Now was a good time for you to make an appearance.
"Hey, I've got some questions for you, Mr CEO." You landed next to the flustered middle-aged man and got yourself another mic. "How come I only heard about these robots on the news? Do you have any idea what likeness rights are?"
Landon coughed nervously. "Well, um . . . you were hard to reach."
"And if you don't like the way I act as a hero, why would you base the robots off me? You've just increased your Glow Spider problem by adding 20 more of them into Gotham. Actually, these guys are worse, because they're dumber, probably stronger, and won't die."
"They aren't dumber! They were programmed to listen to instructions, unlike you! Watch!" He fished a remote control out of his pocket and pressed it. The eyes of all the robots lit up, and they stared blankly at the crowd. "Spider-bots, wave," Landon commanded.
Nothing happened.
"I think their ears are malfunctioning, dude." You waved a hand in their faces. "Anybody home?"
"Anybody home?" the robots warbled in unison.
You jumped. "They're copying me."
"They're copying me."
Landon got some of his confidence back. "Well, they are inspired by you."
"So, they'll do anything I do because that's training?"
"Also yes. If they pick up any undesirable behaviours, we'll program that out."
"Pretty much."
Time to hit it.
"Powers Technologies can go to hell!" you sang out.
"Powers Technologies can go to hell!" the robots responded.
"Take their AI centres, it's just as well!"
"Take their AI centres, it's just as well!"
"What is the meaning of this?" Landon demanded.
"The programming we used is too simplistic. The robots do everything Glow Spider does!" a developer hissed.
You were leading your robotic sycophants in an anti-AI chant, which went as follows:
Let 'em burn, let 'em burn
Let 'em shrivel up and burn
Let the flames light up the scene
We'll provide the gasoline
The techno bros have had their fun
And now we'll get them on the run
To let artists have a turn
We should let it burn
"What do we do? It's all going wrong. I have millions of dollars riding on this thing."
"We should shut this down," the developer advised. "We should have based this on someone safer."
"Glow Spider was supposed to be the safe one!"
"Now, my beauties, go forth through Gotham and spread the word about the AI centres! The people need to know!" you commanded. The robots dispersed like dandelion seeds, and Landon groaned.
"This is going to be a fun update at the quarterly meeting."
